I always like to explore whenever I am away on holiday . . . and when I was told that the highest mountain on the island was Mount Ainos I just had to investigate. Especially as the locals always seemed to pronounce it as . . . well, you know,
like ones . . . bottom!!!

“Apparently the road is very narrow and very twisty, and remember it’s my first day in the car” said an obviously worried Hubby.
“But darling it sound’s like a perfect ‘Mountain Scavenger Hunt’ spot” I winked and cajoled in reply.
And as we rose higher and higher up the mountain, the view was certainly spectacular . . . but very, very windy when we finally pulled into a car parking area near the summit.

So windy in fact that I had to lean back and steady myself against the sign.

“Just look at the view” I shouted to Hubby above the wind. “Isn’t it beautiful!”
“Yes, it’s fantastic” he shouted back . . . even though he was facing in completely the wrong direction!

“Come round in front of me then!” I yelled to him as I turned around to face into the wind to give him a better view of the valley below.

“Come on then” I said, “I can see two other cars on the road below, let’s go up to the top before they get here!”

But, as I turned away, there was another sudden gust of wind and I felt my sarong almost blown completely off me. The fabric had come undone on my left shoulder!!! Luckily the other had held fast and I caught it under my arm and then managed to wrap it back round me as we struggled back to the car.
“Drive me down to the far end, before those other cars arrive, and I’ll try to tie it back together somehow!”

Once he’d re-parked, Hubby got out to stand by the drivers side window to shield me from view should another car pull into the car park . . . finding it all a great joke as I struggled with my knots.
He had his head inside the car and was still laughing and making fun of me when suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a cloud of dust above the boulders in front of us, accompanied by first a rumbling sound . . . then a strange ringing . . . like a discordant bell of some sort. Then within seconds I was horrified to see scores of shapes bounding over the rocks coming straight towards us.
“Get in the car!!!” I screamed. “We’re in a stampede!!!”

But Hubby had heard, and seen them as well, and was already scrambling in through the door as what seemed like hundreds of goats streamed past us on either side of the car.

As we recovered our composure . . . and I’d pulled my torn sarong up over my
chest . . . we noticed a goat herder walking along the road at the side of the
car park scattering food of some sort into the ditch.

And, as the occupants of those other two cars I’d spotted on the road below us, pulled into the car park and jumped out with their own cameras, we decided it was an appropriate moment to set off back down the hill to find a quieter spot for me to try to re-dress.

I’m sure there will be lots more dressing and undressing fun at this week’sSinful Sunday from clicking the lips below!

Xxx – K

And asI’d almost inadvertently had my own flag flown at the top of Mount . . .
I still giggle every time I say it . . . Ainos . . . I would like to add this as a “Mountain” notch toPieces of Jade’s, funScavenger Huntmeme.

I love how your photos always tell a story – and this time, you REALLY tell a story! It’s hilarious and wonderful and you look fantastic as always. The view behind you from the mountain is so lovely, too. Glad those goats didn’t run you over!!!

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